Frank Parlato
The investigation into Jerry Sandusky and the trial missed the most basic marks of science and honesty. That is the record.
Was it carelessness? Or something darker in that Pennsylvania courthouse? The case was a repressed memories case.
Not one of the accusers came forward when it allegedly happened to them as boys. They were adults who recovered memories. In the Sandusky case, no one – the police or the prosecutors – recorded the interviews. That alone is enough to question everything. Without recordings, no one knows what was said. Without them, we cannot know if the memory was real.
You can build a memory. All it takes is repetition. Leading questions. A therapist. A lawyer. A civil suit with a promise of money. There is a word for it: contamination.
One hour. One session. One moment is sometimes enough. How many sessions happened?
The Sandusky jury never saw the questions. The Sandusky jury never heard the science. No one told them about the danger of repeated questions or leading interviews. Or the way a therapist can change a memory.
You press a memory the wrong way, and it changes. You press harder, and something that never happened becomes real enough to send a man to prison.
Juries see a face. They hear a voice. They trust the tone. They trust the tears.
Cross-examination isn’t enough. It can catch a liar. But not a man who truly believes his false memory of abuse that never happened to him as a boy.
Police know how to feed false memories. They nod. They smile. They say, “That’s right. That’s what we heard.”
Investigators like Joe Leiter. Therapists like Mike Gillum and Cyndy MacNab gave the witnesses feedback. The encouraging nod. And memories grew. Not real memories. But things that felt and sounded true. Things you could believe in when they never happened.
This jury never heard about the danger of repeated questions, the harm of leading interviews, or the way a therapist can shape a story. We don’t have the recordings. We can’t hear what was said or how it was said. They didn’t give the defense the names, the dates, the rooms, the people who were there when they interviewed hundreds of men to come up with eight low-income men to testify against a man who had given much of his life helping underprivileged children.
The defense didn’t bring in a memory scientist. They let the jury believe in therapy magic. The jury didn’t hear that PTSD symptoms can come from false memories.
They didn’t hear how therapists in the 1990s ruined lives. How families were torn apart by “repressed memories” and “buried trauma.” Those cases ended in court, in disgrace, in revocation of licenses and checks for millions.
They didn’t hear how the therapists— Gillum and Macnab — never got informed consent. They never told patients the risks. The jury didn’t hear how those therapists sat in on police interviews that were not recorded. They didn’t hear how stories grew.
How the people who said nothing happened one week remembered horrors after sessions with Shubin or Macnab. The jury didn’t hear how a cop like Leiter or a lawyer like Shubin could push until a witness said what they expected. They called it therapy. What they were doing was Recovered Memory Therapy.
They convicted Jerry Sandusky on Recovered Memory Therapy – bad science that in most courts would never be admitted. The defense didn’t bring in a scientist who knows how false memories work. They let the jury believe in buried memories and recovered truth.
And the science says this: If there’s no proof, no recording, no evidence—don’t believe it. And the science says: People don’t forget abuse—they remember it. Trauma sharpens memory. The jury never heard that “blocked memories” and “dissociated memories” were tossed out by science. That courts had rejected the same claims in other trials – in every trial it was challenged.
If the defemse had challenged repressed memory being introduced in court against Sandusky, there would have been likely no case at all. By 2012, when the trial was held, no court was accepting recoverd repressed memory therapy as anything but junk science. BUt Sandusky’s lawyer waived his preliminary hearing where he could have raised the challenge by asking for a Frye or Daubert hearing. It would have also been the time to examine how much those memories of things that never happened would pay.
The jury didn’t hear lawyers like Shubin stood to gain millions. Some accuser’s memories only “came back” after talking to him.
They never heard about Allan Meyers – the boy in the shower – who told investigators Sandusky never touched him. The police were angry when he didn’t say what they wanted. Shubin hid him during the trial. He collected $6.9 million – just for hiding and not blowing up the case.
Jason Simcisko told police Sandusky never touched him. He didn’t believe the stories and hoped the jury would find Jerry not guilty. Then came six meetings with Shubin and therapy. After that, new memories. New accusations. Then $7.25 million.
Dustin Struble wrote a glowing letter in 2004, calling Sandusky kind and caring. He said he’d never forget him. Then Struble met with Shubin and MacNab. They said he had buried memories that therapy brought back. He called them “triggered.” He said counseling opened a doorway into a long abandoned attic of memories.
Three-point-two-five million dollars.
Nobody explained to the jury that science had discredited “repressed memory” therapy. The courts threw this junk science out in other states.
Shubin was working with MacNab. The stories started soft, then sharpened. Repetition. Suggestion. Payment. Shubin’s clients, many after meeting Macnab, claimed new memories of abuse. They received:
- $6.9 million
- $7.25 million
- $3.25 million
- $5.5 million
- $9 million
That’s over $30 million in payouts for Shubin’s clients.
And a man went down for it.
That’s the record.
To Be Continued…
Frank Parlato is an investigative journalist, media strategist, publisher, and legal consultant.
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This story is like a rubicks cube – crazy masquerade. The elites who engineered this are EVIL & SICK.
But it just takes one person to
TAKE OFF THE MASK.
The will of one authentic, courageous truth-seeker–—is more powerful, more compelling…than a thousand masks…the truth burns through any of their dime store tricks.
I agree this infestation into a family tree. I like whites folks but … Randy Tice was also intangled into this mirage.
I know all three individuals in this clip, push play I’ve pre loaded it. We all grew up around town. https://youtu.be/JJjTgXZCW0c?si=nDtNRwCNBC1Fh21K&t=89
Theres a kind of cognitive dissonance woven into society—these days we pretend to celebrate transparency and accountability, yet we still reward those who master concealment.
Paul J. Killion, Chief Disciplinary Counsel, Retires
This article is reprinted with permission from the Administrative Office of PA Courts.
HARRISBURG, PA | January 3, 2020
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Thomas J. Farrell (left) and Paul J. Killion (right)
After 17 years as Chief Disciplinary Counsel, Paul Killion will retire from the Disciplinary Board of the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania on Jan. 31, 2020.
During his time with the Disciplinary Board, he has managed the investigation and prosecution of all disciplinary cases in the commonwealth. Before his appointment in 2002, Killion maintained a private practice in Harrisburg for 17 years where he specialized in white-collar criminal defense cases.
Killion began his career with the U.S. Department of Justice in 1970 serving as a trial attorney. He also served as an assistant U.S. attorney in Harrisburg and an economic crime coordinator in Boston, Massachusetts. In the early 80’s, he was the director of the Medicaid fraud section in the Pennsylvania Attorney General’s office.
“We have made dramatic improvements to the disciplinary system with the assistance of volunteer board members and a dedicated professional staff,” said Killion. “These actions have helped immensely in our mission of protecting the public and maintaining the integrity of the profession. It has been most rewarding to participate in these achievements.”
Paul will be replaced by Thomas Farrell, partner at Farrell Reisinger & Comber, LLC in Pittsburgh.
“On behalf of the Court, I would like to thank Paul for his 17 years of commitment and dedication to ensuring the highest integrity of the attorneys practicing in this commonwealth,” Pennsylvania Supreme Court Chief Justice Thomas Saylor said. “We wish him well in his retirement and look forward to welcoming Mr. Farrell as the new Chief Disciplinary Counsel.”
Farrell has been in private practice for 19 years, during which time he defended criminal cases from capital murder to white collar crime, conducted internal investigations for municipalities and public authorities, handled complex civil litigation ranging from whistleblower cases to environmental Clean Air and Clean Water actions and represented professional athletes in Congressional hearings.
He previously served as an Assistant United States Attorney (AUSA) in Pittsburgh and as an asst. federal public defender in the Eastern District of New York, after starting his career as a law clerk for Hon. Gustave Diamond of the Western District of Pennsylvania.
Farrell served as a hearing officer for the D-Board for six years and recently served on the Supreme Court’s Investigating Grand Jury Task Force.
“I consider this appointment a great honor but also humbling. It’ll be quite a challenge to live up to the standard of excellence Paul Killion established for his office, but I’m eager to contribute to the professionalism and integrity of the legal profession in Pennsylvania,” Farrell said.
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Dr. Elizabeth Loftus, an illusion not into my thoughts. Cognitive illusions are based
So still looking for https://youtu.be/kDMK90av9ZM?si=glqeD2v9y6kEYzjz
Where is the Serial Rapist Now?
The handling of the Sandusky scandal by The Second Mile and Penn State University remains a deeply disturbing case of institutional failure and betrayal of trust. While Jerry Sandusky was ultimately convicted and incarcerated for his horrific crimes against children, the actions and inactions of those in positions of power at The Second Mile, the charity he founded, and within the university administration raise serious questions about accountability and the prioritization of reputation over the safety of children.
Evidence presented during investigations and trials revealed a systemic failure to adequately respond to credible allegations of Sandusky’s abuse for years. Key figures at The Second Mile, including its CEO and his wife, who benefited financially from the organization’s operations, have been criticized for their role in enabling Sandusky and failing to protect the vulnerable children under their care. Despite their leadership roles and the immense financial gains they derived from the charity, they largely avoided direct legal repercussions for the abuse that occurred under their watch. This has understandably fueled public outrage and a sense of injustice.
Furthermore, the involvement of a child psychologist associated with The Second Mile and his wife in allegedly downplaying or dismissing concerns about Sandusky’s behavior represents a particularly egregious breach of professional and ethical responsibility. Their supposed expertise in child well-being makes their alleged inaction or complicity even more reprehensible. While Sandusky is serving a lengthy prison sentence, the lack of significant consequences for others who enabled his crimes or profited from the institution where the abuse occurred leaves a lasting stain on the legacy of both The Second Mile and Penn State. The full truth of the extent of the cover-up and the accountability of all responsible parties remains a contentious and painful issue for survivors and the wider community.
WHAT?! What in the Sam Hill are you talking about? Not the old Carlin? I’m right here, ain’t I? Same cynical wit, same disdain for the absurdities of life, same goddamn voice in your head right now! What, you think I traded my brain for a goddamn TikTok account and started doing stupid dances?
I’m sitting here, trying to mind my own business, nursing a lukewarm something that might have once been whiskey, and I’m witnessing a goddamn homicidal pursuit over a plate of Chinese takeout! This is not entertainment! This is what happens when the goddamn world goes completely off its rocker!
And then… then it’s like somebody flipped a switch. The screaming stops. Frank’s just standing there, looking dazed, like he woke up from a goddamn nightmare. The laundry lady’s gone. Vanished! Like she was a goddamn figment of my booze-addled imagination! But here’s the kicker! The REALITY check! I look around, and what do I see? GLASS!
Everywhere! Shards of it glittering on the sticky floor, embedded in the goddamn booths! The mirror behind the bar is spiderwebbed! What the hell happened?! Did they have a goddamn glass-breaking contest while I was lost in this “Chop Suey Butcher” hallucination?!
And now? Now I gotta get the hell out of this goddamn disaster zone! But can I find a goddamn taxi? Of course not! This is the universe telling me, “You think it was weird inside? Just try navigating the goddamn outside world, pal!”
It’s a goddamn metaphor, isn’t it? The crazy inside Frank’s is just a reflection of the crazy outside! Laundry ladies with knives, screaming about chop suey, and a world where you can’t even find a goddamn taxi to escape the shattered remnants of your sanity! I’m telling you, folks, we’re doomed! Absolutely, goddamn doomed! And I need a stiff drink… if I can find one that isn’t served in a broken glass!
slow down with the AI please
You know what this journalist should be investigating? The goddamn price of gas! Or why they put so much goddamn sugar in everything! But no, he’s chasing goddamn space fairies and interviewing people who think they had tea with Queen Frank Parlato on a goddamn asteroid!
He’s probably one of those guys who believes in Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster too! Just another goddamn attention-seeking leech, trying to make a name for himself by peddling this cosmic fairy tale!
He should have stuck his goddamn head up somebody’s ass, that’s where! It would have been a more productive use of his time and a hell of a lot less insulting to anyone with half a goddamn brain! Leave the space fairies and the messed-up memories alone, you nosy bastard! Go investigate something that actually matters, you self-important twit!”
Very classy, very persuasive.
Remember why? Special agent ate vic. Made a stunning discovery on a door the word r-Rape scribed with a knife blade. She was young Dr. Raykovitz chose to look the other way. We’re here thinking? my world or you that idiot loving pimp?
Some perjured themselves for money, others did it for power, still others had other motives.
If corrupt PA would have allowed cameras in the courtroom and the public could hear and see the questions and answers first hand this case would have revealed the lies, manipulation and bias. Shameful.
Penn State making the news? Of course! The world collectively gasped at the sheer audacity, the glorious lack of shame! Now, let’s keep this beautiful train wreck rollin’!
This whole “recovered memory” charade? It’s got the same hollow ring as those early days of color TV. Remember that washed-out green everything had? Like the whole damn world was slightly nauseous? That’s what this feels like – a distorted version of reality being peddled as the genuine article. And just like stickin’ with rabbit ears gave you clearer reception than that fuzzy, overpriced cable they started pushin’, sometimes the simplest explanation is the truth: you had a weird dream, or you just plain forgot.
Cable, man, that was supposed to be the future, right? More channels, more choices! But what did it really give us? Endless reruns, a million different ways to watch the same damn commercials, and a whole lotta noise drownin’ out anything worthwhile. That’s what this “unearthing your trauma” feels like. You pay your emotional cable bill, dig through all the static and the self-proclaimed experts, and what do you find? Usually just a distorted picture of something that probably wasn’t that big a deal in the first place. You’re payin’ good emotional currency to get a fuzzy signal of your own damn life, when maybe all you needed to do was adjust the antenna on your own damn brain and get a clearer picture of the present. Cable sucked then, and this touchy-feely memory lane trip sucks now. It’s all just a way to sell you more channels of your own damn anxieties.
Slow down sister. women don’t lie. But men do. Men who say they were abused lie. They misremember.
Nothing wrong with a little false testimony.
Nothing wrong with making money from remembering. What would you do to make $7 million. Put a man in prison ? What if he was going anyway ? All you had to do was remember and join in. I’d do it. Wish I had the chance.
This is not a comment in support of what you are trying to do on this website, it is just mocking Dr.Swami, because he holds an unpopular opinion. I’d like to hear more of why Frank thinks Sandusky should be pardoned.
Pardon involves assumed guilt. He’s talking vindication, because the original accusations turned out to be fantasies. Upon review, the testimonies are riddled with factual errors and contradictions. The press and its readers gave too much credence to them without vetting anything. Now we are stuck with either factual denial or having to admit that this case was handled very wrongly.
Strait up wankers. Bout that trip (??????). To Be Continued…
no physical evidence?? no recorded interviews??!! N o contemporaneous reports, and not a single accuser who came forward as a child?? !!!!!! all the “memories” showed up after therapy and lawyer meetings???? convenient. especially when each one came with a multimillion-dollar payout?they could’ve shut this circus down with a Frye or Daubert challenge to the entire premise of repressed memory “science.” by 2012, that crap was already dead in the water in serious courtrooms. but they let it slide. either because they were ignorant or didn’t care.pisses me off ..system’s dead.
Alright, buckle the hell up, you sensitive clowns. Pennsylvania’s gettin’ ready to go full Cheech and Chong, huh? Legal weed. Like the world ain’t fucked up enough already, now everybody’s gonna be wanderin’ around with the munchies and a vacant stare. And in the middle of this glorious descent into hazy oblivion? You got this two-bit freak show, Uncle Dongg’s goddamn Sideshow. Sounds about right, doesn’t it? Like putting a turd in a punchbowl, only the punchbowl’s already half full of bong water.
And then there’s Downtown Charlie Brown. Oh, Downtown Charlie Brown. What a goddamn pretentious name for a guy probably pullin’ rabbits out of his ass and callin’ it performance art. I bet he wears a little fedora indoors and thinks jazz fusion is the pinnacle of human achievement. This smug little bastard, probably thinks legal weed is gonna bring in a sophisticated clientele for his cheap parlor tricks. Newsflash, Chuckles: stoners just want Funyuns and to stare at their own hands. They ain’t lining up to see your goddamn card tricks, especially when they can watch the patterns on the ceiling for free.
So yeah, Pennsylvania’s goin’ green, and this whole Uncle Dongg/Downtown Charlie Brown dog and pony show? They’re gettin’ the boot. Good riddance, I say! Let ’em pack up their dusty tents and their pathetic illusions. Nobody needs a bearded lady when they can just stare at a lava lamp for six hours. The world’s movin’ on, you dusty relics. Get with the program, or get the hell out of the way. And Charlie Brown? Lose the goddamn fedora. You look like a goddamn mushroom.
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i agree, this AI drivel is not going to be approved in future.
“Frank, okay, and as I only need to be told once, I understand you’re inviting me to a “pig roast” with you and the so-called Millionaire Milers Club in State College. You mentioned having a story. I’m inviting you; however, this invitation stands!
Joe as in Leiter (?) (He steps forward, a sneer twisting his lips.)
Are you also impersonation that roll screw that nut job.
this smells